Forget, for a moment, the stress at work and the fact that I haven't slept much in the last few days, which has put interesting strains on my personality. Forget that my father will actively spend much of this upcoming weekend detailing the different ways of which I'm not living my life correctly. Forget the deadlines, the errands that are left unattended, the sheer stupidity of the state and federal governments which rule my life, and remember only this moment. Despite the sadness of the situation (that being that my boss of a year and a half, the man who had enough faith in me to offer me a job where I'm now working, is leaving the company), I am now the proud owner of a framed and certified limited-edition one-sheet lithograph of The Matrix, signed by Larry and Andy Wachowski. My boss gave it to me today, saying that he didn't have room in his new apartment in New York for it and knew how much I loved the film, so he wanted to leave it with me. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaatrix... [insert Homer Simpson drooling noise]